The End
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I own the plot and original concepts, characters, et cetera. Everything else belongs to its respective creator(s).
The Author: Some of the events in the chapters overlap, and they're in different perspectives. Chapter one is objective, chapter two is in first person, chapter three is in omniscient, and chapter four is in limited omniscient. That's to clear up any confusion.
The battlefield flashed with lights and sounds, illuminating the mass of bodies piled up on the ground. Cho Chang sweated as she fended off a troll with a well-placed fireball, her grip on her wand's hilt slippery at best, the ends of her long black ponytail plastered against her neck by various fluids. She heard Hannah Abbott scream shrilly as she stumbled in a pool of blood and whipped around to see if she could help the younger girl. The troll took the opportunity to aim a blow at the Chinese girl's head with his heavy, iron-spiked cudgel, and bloody gray matter sprayed all over the brute's feet, making the leathery gray soles slick with fresh gore. The troll looked for a new victim to dispatch, his face contorted with bestial delight, eerie in the silvery light of a passing Patronus.
Roger Davies grimaced as the troll landed a glancing blow on the fleshy part of his well-muscled upper arm, one of the sharp iron spikes grazing his skin and making a furrow that seeped with blood, before attacking back with a sharply articulated Killing Curse. The startling flash of vivid green light blinded him for a minute so he stumbled backward and tripped over Cho Chang's body, landing hard on his back. A dementor swooped down onto him, its ghastly mouth opened wide in preparation to suck out his soul.
A cold sweat glinted on his brow from the dementor's effects, but a determined expression registered on his face as he yelled "Expecto patronum!" with all the air that he could expel from his lungs. A grizzly bear erupted from the tip of his wand and chased off the dementor, lunging for it. Roger got up quickly and engaged in another duel, this time with a wizard who was as thin as a reed with his Death Eater's mask burned onto his face. The Death Eater's face was mutilated beyond repair, a mass of raw and oozing skin, and one of his eyes had been blistered shut. Roger was disarmed in the ensuing duel, his wand two feet away from his hand. He writhed in torment as the Death Eater sadistically cursed him, saying "Crucio" with a mad, fevered excitement.
Professor Flitwick squeaked a nasty charm that had the distracted Death Eater kneeling on the body-littered ground before killing him with ruthless efficiency. He was picking off the surging mass of Voldemort's army from a distance, his curses striking their target with sniper-like accuracy, carefully avoiding his own allies. Roger gave a curt nod of thanks and acknowledgement before going off to square off his next opponent.